Tuesday, September 23, 2014

September is my favorite month. Breezy, blue sky days that are polka dotted with fun stuff like fairy tale parades and lazy afternoons in the library (fyi kid book recommendation above). There is plenty of good weather to grill or… if it’s a cool day, a slowly simmered beef stew with toasted bread.

With the kids in school most days I find myself waiting at the front door to listen for the bus. They are happy and busy and tired at the end of the day. I fight myself not to tell them I miss them all day long! Because I do, usually. I mean, it is nice to run errands and zip around with just the little guy. We’re home by nap time and the house is even tidied up before supper. But it feels empty and I feel fickle.

Our woodpiles are just about stacked (thank you, husband). We have been watching The Roosevelts documentary that has been airing on PBS. Have you?

Saturday, September 6, 2014

I love the sweetness of old book covers, the charm of their stories. How one can learn about history alongside of a story just by the language and descriptions.

We have been lucky at the auction lately, no one wants books. We buy tables full for just a few dollars.

We keep what we want and sell the rest. These are Landmark books, some are worth more than others. I am waiting for that big score when I get one of the rare ones.

What about bird books? Can anyone pass up a nicely illustrated bird book? I think that would be most difficult. This book sits on my desk, mostly because that is where I set it down one day…now it is a permanent part of the décor. Sometimes Sawyer looks at it and yells “EAGLE, OWL” or my favorite “BWUE BUHD”.

Friday, September 5, 2014

That is what today feels like with all this humidity rolling in. I complained all summer there weren’t enough good beach days as we had a somewhat cool temp summer but now it’s 90 and full of sweaty air. I suppose it will just make us appreciate the fall more, when it gets here.

In the beginning of summer I cut out a bunch of patterns for Sawyer, he is two and just perfection for shortalls and soft knit tees tucked into his elastic waist shorts. The last of the baby chub is lingering on him and it hurts me to know he will turn into a thin boy of dirty fingernails and cowlick hair soon. Each age is special but Sawyer’s two years have gone by so fast.

I sewed many things for him but failed to make the whale shortalls until today. This fabric is old (maybe 10 years?). I loved it so much when I bought it, now I feel like it is a bit dated. But so am I (haha). He will never get another chance to wear polka dotted whales.

School has started, the garden is in major production mode and I have been canning as many cans as a canner can can cans.

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My favorite things are the color of the sky and the sea. Also taking walks through each season. I love noticing little footprints in the snow, the laughter of my children. I write my way through my life, whether it is in an old notebook or on the computer.
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